Dental insurance works in reverse. Health insurance caps what you pay each year. Dental insurance caps what the insurer pays, and that cap was set around $1,000 back in the 1970s. Most plans still sit at $1,500 today. If it had kept pace with inflation it would be roughly $7,500. So the product covers your cleanings and vanishes the moment something actually goes wrong. A crown, a root canal, or a kid's braces blows through the cap in a single visit. In 2024, about 32 million insured Americans hit their annual maximum and paid the rest in cash. The law treats it differently too. The ACA forces health insurers to spend 80 to 85 cents of every premium dollar on actual care. Standalone dental plans are exempt. A 2024 report to the California legislature found dental plans there paid out just 58.5% of premiums on care. The weird part is why teeth got carved out of the body at all. Back in 1840, two dentists asked the University of Maryland's medical school to add dental training to the curriculum. The physicians told them "the subject of dentistry is of little consequence" and sent them away. So they opened the world's first dental school on their own, and medicine and dentistry have run on separate tracks ever since. Separate schools, separate insurance. 186 years later, a rotting tooth is still legally not a health problem. Your teeth got kicked out of your body by a faculty meeting.

The @Delta revolt is hilarious. I’ll keep enjoying flying with them for every single reason other than the WiFi. Download shows ahead of time and relax, bunch of weirdos throwing a fit.

🔎 Knoxville brought the noise. The Secret Service brought the focus.

Justin Verlander skipped a month of rehab to pitch one more game. He hadn't started since March. He's 43, and a hip injury plus a torn-up hamstring had eaten nearly his entire season. A normal rehab timeline ends with the season over and the career finished on a training table. So he compressed it, got through one bullpen session Tuesday, and the Tigers gave him the ball Saturday. The ending was engineered a year in advance. Verlander re-signed with Detroit last winter for exactly this. The Tigers drafted him #2 overall in 2004, he wore their uniform for 12 seasons before Houston and the two rings, and he came back at 43 so the last pitch of his career would come in the same uniform as the first one. The Pirates shortstop he faced in the first inning is 20. He wasn't alive when Verlander made his debut in July 2005. Five-plus innings, six strikeouts, career total 3,560, eighth in the history of the sport. Detroit walked it off 4-3 so he wouldn't take a loss. And the exit was the one part nobody planned. When the manager came out to take the ball, Verlander's 7-year-old daughter sprinted onto the field to the mound. He said it blindsided him, that she'd never seen him cry like that. He walked off holding her hand while the whole park stood. Most pitchers never get an ending. An elbow or a shoulder picks one for them, and the last start only becomes the last start in hindsight. Verlander spent 21 seasons watching that happen to everyone around him. He built his own ending, and the only moment he couldn't script is the one nobody will forget.

Time to find out who the real UT is 😏 We'll see you in Knoxville on Saturday for a showdown between Texas and Tennessee! 🔥

Quelques minutes après que le vol United Airlines 175 se soit écrasé contre la tour Sud du World Trade Center, Welles Crowther, un jeune homme de seulement 24 ans, laissa un message vocal à sa mère. « Maman, c’est Welles. Je voulais juste te dire que je vais bien. » Ce fut son dernier appel, une ultime preuve d’amour et de réassurance. Welles travaillait comme courtier financier au 104ᵉ étage. Mais lorsque le chaos éclata, il ne pensa pas à sa propre sécurité. Il fit un choix conscient : descendre au cœur même de la destruction. Arrivé au 78ᵉ étage, au milieu de l’horreur, il cessa d’être simplement un homme d’affaires. Il devint quelque chose de plus — le héros que le monde allait connaître sous le nom de « l’homme au bandana rouge ». Il noua un simple foulard rouge sur son visage, non pas pour se cacher, mais pour pouvoir respirer dans la fumée épaisse et suffocante. Avec ce morceau de tissu, il commença à guider des survivants à travers les débris et les ténèbres. Welles porta une femme blessée dans ses bras sur quinze étages. Puis, sans hésiter, il remonta. Il sauva une autre personne, puis encore une autre. Il fit ce chemin héroïque de sauvetage encore et encore. « Tous ceux qui peuvent se lever, levez-vous maintenant. Et si vous pouvez aider les autres, faites-le », dit-il. Sa voix était un phare de calme et de détermination au milieu de la peur et du chaos. Il ne cria pas, il ne s’enfuit pas. Il agit simplement, avec un courage et une empathie presque incroyables — un instinct de protection que rien ne peut enseigner. Le corps de Welles fut retrouvé quelques jours plus tard, aux côtés d’un groupe de pompiers, un outil de secours à la main. Il montait une dernière fois. Ling Young, une survivante qu’il avait sauvée, parla de lui en des mots simples et bouleversants : « C’est mon ange gardien. Car sans lui, nous serions restés coincés là, à attendre l’effondrement. » Welles Crowther sauva au moins 12 vies ce jour-là. Il mourut avec ce bandana rouge sur le visage, devenu le symbole de son sacrifice silencieux mais éternel. Certains héros deviennent des légendes. D’autres, des chefs. Mais les plus grands héros sont parfois des gens ordinaires qui, avec un simple bandana rouge, nous rappellent que la force la plus puissante du monde est l’amour et la volonté de sauver autrui.

If you read only one @UKFootball story today, please consider the incredible life journey of UK offensive lineman Ben Myers. Blessed he shared his story with me. 247sports.com/college/kentuc…

Two years ago we watched a man die inside

We knew @goodgood_golf sucked before NO ONE on their creative team thought this was a bad idea. Come on, do better. 🙄

Bleacher Bar beer entering the conversation for best beer.

T shirts are good here, hats are terrible.

There are two types of travelers. People who save $40 a night staying 30 minutes outside the city. And people who have already learned that lesson the hard way. Stay somewhere you can walk out the door and immediately be where you came to see.

I started Arnie McNair because I couldn’t find a 100% cotton golf shirt I loved. Every pro shop I walked into seemed to be filled with loud microprints and performance fabrics. Somewhere along the way, the elegant, understated style that defined golf for generations started to disappear. So we decided to make another option. Our mission is simple: make great golf apparel responsibly and thoughtfully, using real fibers, quality construction, and as much domestic production as possible. That mission is well underway. It will be a long road filled with many learnings to get to the end destination. Excellence is a process, and one that takes time and dedication. There are many great brands in golf making great products. We aren’t trying to replace them. But there is clearly room for a different kind of brand. One that stands apart through its materials, construction, restraint, and commitment to making things the right way. Our goal has never been scale, money, or recognition. It has been to make products we believe should exist and give golfers another choice. Our ascent has ruffled some feathers. We aren’t for everyone and many people prefer an entirely different aesthetic. That’s okay. We know what we’re building. We believe in it. And we’re here to stay. Excited to keep pushing!

Received the final pieces of my @therealmcnair order - belts, shirts and sweaters are excellent!

Cooked.

Imagine going to the dentist and seeing this 😂

Must have.

This guy. lol.

You cannot be serious.

lol 🤡